Farewell Saturday

So Bruce had his farewell thingy on Saturday at the Hilton.

I had to buy piping for my sprinkler system soI was late getting to the movie. Pat got there earlier but wasted most of the extra time waiting in line at In'N'OUt. Hunger makes you do weird things like waiting for food even though the line is longer than most funeral processions. Now what in the world made me think of funerals?!

Anyway, we caught r & Mrs Smith. Nice movie! The plot is so-so, the action is quite unbelievable, but the chemistry between Brad and Angelina (my gal!!!!!) is great. Definitely an enjoyable flick. I'll probably get it when it comes out on DVD.

Speaking of DVDs, Hitch will be out on 6/14. That's a good one to have.

So after the movie, we headed back to the hotel, hung out a little, then went to Bennigan's for food. There were maybe 20 people there for dinner, but most of them didn't go back to the hotel for after dinner drinks. I've ever been really comfortable with that group since I find them a little too young, but anyway...

Pat and I get a little bored, so we head out to V Bar. Pat (jackass) is wearing tennis shoes, so Robert (doorman/bouncer) denies him entry. Bummer. Luckily, Pat has this pair of casual shoes in his car. I persuade him to try it, and Robert gives the green light. Actually, I like that pair of shoes Pat had. I'd consider stealing them but Pat wears a size 13 and I'm a 10.

V Bar is crazy. I don't mean packed. I mean just plain weird. We haven't been in V Bar for 10 seconds when some crazy chick asks me if I'm chinese (duh!) and pretty much hits on me for my phone number, business card etc. I give her all sorts of crap - I'm married, unemployed etc, but SHE DOESN'T GIVE UP. Later, I start telling her that I'm married but I play around, and oh, I only like girls with big boobs and who are good kissers. I offer to test her kissing skills, and for some reason she gets weirded out and starts avoiding me the rest of the night. Hmm... Go figure!

Some nights, I just love the way I screw around with people. This is one of those nights.

Then there's this weird creepy looking chinese dude who's following Pat and me arond like some kinda fobby shark. He kinda just drifts around us, doesn't talk to us, just drifts. Eventually Pat makes the mistake of establishing eye contact with him and gets sucked into a conversation. Luckily, he ejects quickly and for the rest of the evening Creepy Asian Dude leaves us alone.

Slighty past midnight, Pat leaves for home and I head back to Bruce's party.

THe part is strangely subdued when I get there. No noise. Apparently hotel management warned them to keep the noise level down (aka STFU). And there was some drama that I missed, but I won't go into that here. Bruce busted his knuckles, busted his camera, but unfortunately didn't do any real damage to the jackass that probably deserved it. OK, I'm biased about his jackass-ness, but this is my blog, so I can damn well say whatever I want, right?

Not the most exciting night, but definitely one of the weirdest.